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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste smiled and giggled. "I think they're excited to meet you too," |
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Sage couldn't help but nod along to her comments, peckign her belly one more time before rolling over. "We should get dressed if a maid is coming," he pointed out lightly. "Much as I like to see you undressed, I don't think she'd appreciate it," he added with amusement. |
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Celeste groaned. "I think ill just stay under the covers," |
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Sage chuckled softly and arched and eyebrow. "So when someone shows up at the door you'll just be naked," he mused lightly. "They'll have to measure you for a dress," he added with a shrug. |
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Celeste groaned whined. "Fineeeee" |
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Sage chuckled softly, moving to peck her lips and move to grab their clothes so she didn't need to get up to get dressed. |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste happily took the clothes, rolling her massive pregnant self out of bed and getting dressed. Although as soon as she rolled back into bed, there was a knock on the door. |
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Sage had moved to help her get up and dressed, then worked on his own clothes. He'd just pulled his shirt over his head when the knock on the door sounded. Thankful they'd gotten dressed when they did, he called for whoever it was to come in. |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - A little old lady poked her head in, "Hello, is this Mr. and Mrs. Ackers room? I am your seamstress for dress and suit fittings this morning," |
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Sage nodded in response to the woman's comment. "That's be us," he agreed. "Come on in," he added lightly, knowing Celeste was excited for the ball and everything |
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